Promotion  (Mg,Mb,nepi,rape,inc)

by Nate

   
STORY INTRO: Stan is having trouble entertaining his boss when they're
             trapped indoors, but he would do absolutely anything to
             make the man happy, even offer up his kids!



   The dayglow reflection was steaming on the mountains and reconstituting
the rain clouds.  It was a beautiful end to an anxious Seattle day.  I was
sure as hell anxious.  After ten whole years at the company (we'll leave
the name out for everyone's sake) I was on my way to a much-deserved
promotion.  It was all but guarantied, but had a last few strings hanging
from it.  The boss wanted to have an out-of-office chat.  And that was
always an awkward idea.

   You see, I'm not like most men.  I'm Stan: a thirty-one year old
married father of two, scrawny, not interested in any sports or outdoor
activities.  Also, I'm a huge pedophile.  If anyone saw just one of my many
hidden flash drives they'd probably shit themselves.  I'm not talking
jailbait or preteens or anything like that.  I'm talking toddlers, infants
even--they're bodies distorted by violent rape and they're minds haunted by
inhuman treatment.  It was some pretty sick shit, and just thinking about
it has my dick leaking a river.

   I was really anxious.  I had to think of something to do with my boss
when he came over that night.  What do normal people do?  Dinner, I guess.
That would be fine, with anyone else at least.  But my boss, Mr.X (I'm not
writing this to get anyone arrested) - we'll call him Ryan - even though I
wasn't really on a first-name basis with him, Ryan had this way about him.
He could just give you this one harmless smile.  And that smile said "I
know what's in your head right now." All small talk with him felt like a
major slip up.

   "How are you today, Sir?"

   "Great. what about you, Stan?"

   "I'm great too. Shot a load into my three year old son's ass this
morning."

   Well, it wasn't really that bad.  But it might as well have been, the
way he would stare into me.  So I needed to find something to do that
limited the amount of eye contact and work talk - tapas or something where
there were new topics constantly being brought to the table.  I ended up
finding this place online that seemed fine.  I made a reservation for just
ten minutes after Ryan would arrive at my house, cutting the torture as
short as I could.  My wife was a talker so hopefully the ten minutes would
fly.

   Nothing went the way it was supposed to though.  The baby sitter for my
two children, Sam, three, and Rachel, one month, had canceled one hour
after I got home.

   "I'll stay and watch them." my wife insisted.  That would be awful, me
and El Jefe alone for a whole night.  But it got worse from there.

   "My dad has just been in a car accident!" she came at me in a panic.  

    I told her I'd cancel with the boss and watch the kids.  She went off 
to see her father and I picked up the phone - relieved to have a good  
cancelation excuse.

   The phone rang once, twice, thrice and on and on until I got the
voicemail. Even better, I wouldn't even have to face him in conversation
when I canceled.  I left a message with my "sincerest" apologies and
checkmate explanation.

   It looked like it was going to be me and the kids alone all night - good
news for a pervert like me.  I stripped my month-old daughter, Rachel,
fully naked on the living room couch and began to lap at her virgin
rosebud.

   No, I hadn't fucked her yet.  Why not?  Because the signs would be too
tell-tale.  Fuck her ass then, all the pedophiles reading this are
thinking. Well, I sure would have if my wife wasn't so constantly observant
of everything.  "Honey, come here.  Doesn't it look like Rachel has a
rash?" Sure does - it's certainly not a hickey from her rapist father.  It
was easy to get away with molesting Sam now that he used the toilet like a
big boy.  I wish I had the opportunity to use him when he was younger, but
these are the woes of a married man.

   So I lapped away at my daughter - desperate to feel her insides but
certain a broken hymen would be immediately identified by my sleuth wife.
So I went on harmlessly, foreplaying my jerk off, eager to choke the little
girl with my dick.  She sucked great, and having her brother watch while
she ate it was a great treat.  "Sam, get in here!" He obeyed, always timid
when mom was away--for good reason, I would say.  "Take your clothes off,
we're going to play." He looked down in a weepy fashion, knowing what was
going to come: me (haha).  "Don't worry, Sam, your butt can have a break
tonight." He got a little less hopeless and took his clothes off like his
father/lover commanded.

   "Get over here and kiss your sister."

   "Yes daddy." He kissed her on the forehead like a decent child does.

   "Not there, kiss her on her vagina." He staled in apprehension.  You
would think he would be used to this kind of depravity by now.  Was there
some inherent human repulsion to child abuse?  I didn't care, he would do
it whether he liked it or not.  And so he did--passively but nevertheless.
My dick was aching in my pants.

   "Take daddy's pants off, Sam." I stood up and in front of where he had
leaned up from kissing his sister's cunt.  My bulge was right at his eye
level.  He timidly fumbled on the pant button, toddler fingers fumbling
over the complexity of a simple button.  Finally he got it undone and
zipped me down.  The pants stayed held up by my projectile boner.  He
tugged at the pockets until they came to my ankles.  My underwear was wet
with precum, the outline of my meat clear through the white cotton.

   "Take off my--" Then the door echoed.  Who would that be, in the dark of
the night and weight of the Seattle rain?  Not my wife, she had a key. 
Unless you've never read a book in your life you can probably guess who it
was.

   I shimmied by pants back up and waved for Sam to go to his room, out of
the door's sight.  I buttoned myself, zipper forgotten about as I unlocked
and opened the door out into the cold.

   "Mr.  X..."

   "Hey, Stan.  Sorry I'm a tad bit late, I've been looking for my phone
all over."

   "Oh, sir.  I'm so sorry, I--"

   "No worries, it will show up."

   "Well, what I mean is... I left you a message.  My wife's father has
been in a car accident and I have to watch the kids."

   "Oh, I'm so sorry!  Do you think he'll be alright?" My hair was being
speckled with the slanted mist while Ryan continued to stand in the
doorway.

   "I don't really know the details."

   "I see.  Well, I hope for the best." There was an awkward silence. 
"Would it be alright if I come in from the rain?"

   "Oh, yes!  Of course..." 

    Shit.

   He entered into the living room and set his umbrella against the wall
and tile portion of the floor.  I reached for his coat as he removed it but
he ignored my advance and set it atop his balanced umbrella.  I stood there
with a hand facing him awkwardly.  He looked at it a bit confused and then
reached in to shake it.  His handshake crushed me with its confidence.  I
moved aside so he could walk over to the carpet and the couch.  I almost
fainted when my boss and my stripped-naked infant daughter came into the
same frame of my vision.

   "I'm so sorry.  I was just changing my..."

   "No worries, no worries.  So, let's discuss your new job.  Would you be
able to get Richard set up with all your tasks by Thursday so we could move
you up to the sixth floor?"

   "Oh, so...so, it's a done deal then?"

   "Of course!  We need the position filled quickly and you're our best
guy. Plus..."

   "Yes?"

   "Not to sound too nepotistic, but I like to promote people like myself."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Why don't we have a drink?"

   "Of course."

   I scampered into the kitchen and fetched clean glasses from the
dishwasher.  What should I give him?  Wine?  No, the wine glasses were
dirty and I didn't want him to think I was the kind to drink vino from a
whiskey glass.  Whiskey?  Of course, or was that too presumptuous?  Beer
was too casual, vodka was too frat.  Whiskey it is.  I filled the glasses,
generous enough without displaying myself as a lush.  My hands were
trembling.  How long was he going to stay?  Taking a few deep breaths I
counted the seconds and made a cold-spined walk back, hoping I hadn't taken
too long.  Then I decided I wanted it to take a while, so he would think I
was washing my hands since I had told him I was changing my daughter.  I
had just left her naked on the couch beside him.  I felt stupid and off
guard and so anxious.  My feet trembled on the walk beside him and I
practically threw myself onto the couch.  The drinks did a summersault back
into the glasses without a spill and he accepted one from my nearest hand.

   Why was I sitting?  Rachel was still bare-pussy next to my boss.  I was
avoiding looking at him.  I darted my eyes over to the one month old, who
was whimpering--barely audible past the buzz in my eardrums.  My heart
stammered a bit.

   She was waving her little arms, helpless and naked on her back.  She
gurgled and whined.  I froze in a single heartbeat when I saw her lower
body waving back and forth to the rhythm.  She was being messaged, a
fingertip inside of her slit, kneading the lips and juicing the pink bud.
It couldn't be what I thought.  I followed the finger to the hand to the
arm.  Surely it was attached to some sick intruder, or some figment of my
imagination, or me myself.  But it was attached to the shoulder of my
calmly drinking boss, Mr.X.  Mr.XXX, molesting my daughter right in front
of me.

   I didn't say anything.  I could dare myself to look up at his eyes, I
could feel them staring at the top of my head.  I watched at the
nepiophilic crux.  His masculine finger was prodding and tickling her hole,
the helpless child whining against the stimulation.

   "She's soft." 

    I didn't respond, literally speechless.  My eye's raised at the speed of 
continental drift, finally touching his confident stare. 

    He was smiling that "I know everything" smile.  And I realized he did. 
He knew what I was.  He had counted on it, and he was proving it by my
reaction.  What now?  "Isn't she soft?"

   I coughed up a dry throat and took a large sip of the firewater.  "Um...
I don't..."

   "Come on, Stan.  Even when you use your own laptop we know what's
happening on our wifi network.  I appreciate that you save your web surfing
for your lunch break, but that doesn't mean we can't see what you're
doing." The glass was slipping down my sweaty hand.

   "It's just..."

   "Stan, don't worry.  I'm just like you."

   "What do you--?  I..."

   "It was when I saw a familiar deep web site on our server that I started
looking into you.  I liked what I found.  You were a good worker, a great
asset to the company...and you were a pedophile, just like me."

   "I'm not a ped..."

   "Come on, Stan.  Let's not play games.  At least...not with each other,
not when we have a sexy toy like your daughter right here." I was dead and
in heaven.  "Play with your daughter's pussy."

   Who was I to resist?  Though slow and apprehensive, I leaned across the
couch and began to probe the pink with my boss.  She was nice and wet from
the milking Ryan had been giving her.  I could only see as far as half a
penny inside she was so tight.  Looking in I could see the glean of her
juice collected at the half-penny depth where the slick sides compressed to
block the pearly gates to her womb.

   "She's still a virgin, huh Stan?"

   "Yeah, her mom is pretty observant."

   "My wife was the same.  What I did was get in a big fight with her, then
apologize a few days later and constantly insist on changing my daughter's
diaper.  She assumed it was me trying to make up for my behavior so she
would always let me do it without getting suspicious.  From then on I would
fuck her and even cum inside."

   "Wow.  That's intense."

   "It must be hard to resist this girl."

   "I have my son to let my stress out into."

   "A son?  Where is he?"

   I turned to the hallway.  "Sam!  Come out here."

   Ryan's eyes lit up when he realized there was another toy in the house.
Still naked, Sam came out with his downtrodden victim face and looked
helplessly to the stranger with a finger in his sister.

   "Sam, this is Mr.X, he's here to play along with us." I could see a tear
forming in the corner of my son's eye.  It was fucking hot.  "Come over
here and give him a kiss."

   Ryan chuckled and waved for the boy to approach him.  He planted a wet
kiss right against the toddler's mouth and began to tongue fuck him.  A
stream of drool mixed with tears ran down the youngster's cheek.

   "It looks like you were playing with them before I arrived."

   "Yeah, I was about to."

   "Seems you already have your fly down!"

   "Oops, I forgot to zip it before I opened the door."

   "Glad you did.  It just made me more confident you were my kind of guy."

   "Mr.X, I've never actually met another pedophile in person before.  This
is very new to me."

   "That's okay.  Our corporation has a lot of kiddie enthusiasts I'll
introduce you to.  I think you've got a bright future with us."

   "That sounds really exciting, sir."

   "Now, let's fuck some kids." He stood on his feet and began to unbutton
his shirt.  I had on just a teeshirt that I threw over my head and to the
floor.  In a matter of seconds we were both naked, our enormous cocks
sticking up through our manly hair.  I was only 5'10" standing, but my dick
made it thirteen inches up from the base.  It looked like Ryan was about
twelve inches long, though the girth was excessive, even for a water
bottle--it was immense.

   "You penetrate your son?"

   "Sure do."

   "That's hot.  But how about we try your daughter out tonight."

   "Like I said my wife is..."

   "Don't worry, I know how to fix babies up and make `em look virgin
again. It'll just take some ice, lotion and a some clothespins.

   "I don't know..."

   "Come on, Stan.  Years from now you're going to be walking her down the
isle, wishing you had hit it when it was fresh."

   "You sure she'll be okay?"

   "Sure."

   "Well, okay." The talk was making my dick shake, a string of precum had
spidered down to the floor as I imagined the deflowering of my daughter.

   "It's a father's responsibility to give his daughter her first time." He
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought be standing before her.  She
was so small and helpless, writhing like a fish out of water on the couch.

   I looked at her exposed pussy, a little red from the fingering.  She was
one month old, and I was going to fuck her.

   "You can do this, Stan."

   "Yeah, yeah I can." I got down to my knees and began to kiss my daughter
on her wet lips.  She moaned through my tongue, too infantile and naive to
breath through her nose.  I moved my mouth down her neck and her chest.  I
began to suck on her little nipples, not letting go as she began to cry. 
Then I nibbled my way down her chubby baby stomach until my mouth reached
the beauty of her infant pussy.  I kissed it sideways like a set of lips
and then tongued it like the fuckhole it was.

   A gentle crying drew my attention up to the other side of the room. 
Ryan was holding Sam hostage on the floor, jerking off his toddler prick
and biting his ear.  I grinned in admiration and lust.  Could something
like this be real?  Was I actually being promoted for being a pedophile? 
Was I really about to rape my month-old daughter in front of my boss?  Il
Paradiso was no comparison to the ecstasy in my child-molester veins.

   I plunged back down and tongued the hole.  It was the taste of salt and
slight baby powder.  I savored the body and embraced the vintage--one
month. Finally I reprieved my feast and lifted my body upright on my knees,
looking down on her.

   "Daddy..." whimpered Sam as Ryan began fingering his ass.  I had
promised him a break for the night, but fuck it (literally).

   The height of my manhood was perfectly equal to that of the couch from
my knees.  I grabbed hold of Rachel's shoulders and pulled her down so her
legs hung over the edge of the cushion.  The force of my tug at her body
frightened her and started a teary cry.  "Shush, honey.  Daddy's going to
make you into a lady."

   "Hell yeah!" came my boss.

   I took my shaft in my hand and leveled my head to the sweet hole.  The
head was monstrous beside the tiny little entrance.  There was no way I
could get all the way in there--not without a lot of pain for the poor
thing.  But... I was a man, in charge, and horny.  So I was going to get it
in, no matter what.

   I set my piss slit to her slit and rubbed myself up and down on her,
pressing and pulling her skin.  She shook her head and wiggled her chubby
arms in dismay.

   I began to press to no avail.  So I reached down and used both of my
index fingers, one to each side, to pull open her pussy.  This exposed the
penny-deep void before her pink, soft sides.  I put my cockhead up to it
and felt the warmth and sensation of her slippery insides.  I pressed again
and her lips began to tighten and kiss my tip.  I pushed more and more. 
Her crying became screaming.  This echoed into screaming from Sam.  I
looked across the room and saw my son on his belly.  My boss has his thick
cock pressing between my son's cheeks, beginning to sink into his boy butt.
I was inspired.

   With some thrusting momentum and a devotion my pushing began to yield a
little progress.  Half of my head was sinking inside of my daughters chute.
I couldn't hold back a scaugh, an ecstatic ululation of joy and triumph as
the deflowering began.  Her hymen popped against my spongy head and gave
way like a floodgate.  All of a sudden I had sunken an extra inch, and she
was screeching in agony.  I groaned, in love with the moment.

   "Daddyyyy!!!" Sam was screaming in vain.  His sister was just yelling
baby sounds, futile to stop the rape.

   I leaned my abdomen down and heaved in a convulsive cough, lurching my
dick another inch into her.  I could feel the gap of her uterus around my
length and the end of it pulling against the tip.  I continued to push,
stretching out her tunnel of love.  I was four inches for thirteen and she
looked like she was about to pass out.  But I didn't stop.  I pushed and
pushed, my cock trailing her insides up her belly, pulling her tight womb
from a sphere to a big chute, spreading out her organs.  I continued to
push.  Five inches in.  I pulled all but the head out, the wet of her
lubricant and her virginity freezing my penis in the open air.  I plunged
back in, her eyes as big as tombs.  Six inches.

   Another thrust.  Seven inches.  Her voice had died down and she was just
coughing up air like an old air conditioner.  Pull out, slam back in: eight
inches.

   I looked back over to Ryan and Sam.  "How's he feel, boss?"

   "It's one hot hole!  And I really love how much he hates it!  Look at
all his tears."

   "Yeah, he's always been against it.  It sure adds some eroticism to it."

   "How's the virgin?"

   "Tight as fuck!  It's like having sex with a mouse.  But damn is it
great!"

   "I told you!"

   I got into an eight-inch momentum in and out, feeling the heat of her
insides on half of my dick and the cool of my perspiration and rhythm on
the other.  Then I bared down, collapsing onto the pathetic infant with
every single inch of my dick pounding strait up her pussy.  She gagged a
little and began to let hollow air from her mouth like her soul itself.  I
was completely inside of her.  A one month old baby girl was taking
thirteen inches of man cock inside her.

   Ryan was ass-fucking my boy, shaking with each sob, his face pressed
into the carpet, wet by his tears.  It was a purely outstanding, no-limit,
life-in-prison sight.  I closed my eyes in delight and felt the slick and
the texture of my daughters vagina.  The lips were swollen and wrapped
around my shaft as they took it in and out.

   "Stan," said Ryan.

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm going to shoot!"

   "Go for it, boss!" He began bucking hard against my son, the
skin-to-skin of his gut and my son's back forming harsh red marks all over
the toddler.  The speed built and the force magnified.  The he went all in,
his pelvis thrown up in a violent plow.  He was trembling as he stayed
inside, filling my son with his sperm.  Sam threw his head up and yelled
with strings of saliva running between his top and bottom teeth, eyes
clenched and tears pooling in the sockets.

   I kept thrusting in the girl hole.  In and out with tongue spit and
pussy juice and blood slipping me up and down the tunnel.  I was past the
point of no return.  And as I threw myself into her and up over her and in
again I felt the hand of Ryan on my back, watching the scene intently.  His
wet dick was dangling between his legs, a bead of cum hanging from the end.

   I poured my soul into each thrust as I kept at it, the warmth of Ryan on
my back and the warmth of Rachel on my dick.  My balls swung back and forth
with the fuck and began to collect themselves in a convulsive high,
prepping the sperm for their deliverance.  I braced myself, hands boring
into the couch as I rocked myself back and forth.

   "Here I go."

   "Inseminate her, Stan!'

   I let go of all my consciousness and humanity.  Seed rushed out of me,
seeming to bring every nerve cell with it as my entire being became my
urethra, delivering the fertile cum into the devastated infant womb.  It
overflowed and ran down my balls in thick globs, making me tremble in
ticklish blossoming and blooming.  I was booming.  The rapture encased me
with burning fire.  And as soon as it came I was delivered back to my
brain, in post-coital bliss and inebriation.

   My cock slid out of her stretched pussy.  A flood of jizz began to run
to the floor.  My dick was still oozing.  "Wow" was all I could muster.

   "Wow is right.  That was so hot, Stan."

   "I'm glad you talked me into it.  Thank you so much, sir."

   "Please, call me Ryan."

   
THE END

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